My Exhausted Month (Of May)

Spent the last year motivating everyone else While I should have been motivating myself Before you moved or got off the couch Of my house This calendar hour's pushing thirty Stack laundry, call me lazy while the work piles up It's always unfinished dishes Digging ditches in the bottom of the sink while I can't wake up Am I tired or expired? Am I the product of lost afternoons? Pull the covers up, procrastinate all day Procrastinate 'till I turn blue Exchange sours and downers for bitters and jitters Nightcaps for nothing new A string of bad luck tied on so tight A spring in our step for staggered nights Take me outside to shine a light Toward the glaze passing down the whites of my eyes Phonetic and pathetic Just the product of lost afternoons Spent the last year motivating everyone else While I should have been motivating myself Before you moved or got off the couch Of my house